Cokesbury, a publishing and distribution division of the United Methodist Publishing House, as the field representative for the Mobile, AL area.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
I love that I'm a Southerner and a native of Alabama. I love sweet iced tea and fresh Gulf shrimp. I love long, warm summers and short, mild winters. I love words like "y'all" and phrases like "fixin' to". But right now I'm ashamed to be from Alabama because of this new immigration law.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
He was my Christmas present in 1999 . . . or at least "permission to get a dog" was my Christmas present. In early 2000, I started looking in the local animal shelters for a dog. Not just any dog, mind you. I was looking for just the right dog. I found him at the Baldwin County Animal Shelter just off of Hwy 32 in Summerdale. I unlatched the gate on the run he was in, stepped inside and sat down on the floor. This year-old, long-legged, rough-coat Parson Jack Russell Terrier got up from his bed at the end of the run, ambled over to me, climbed up in my lap and lay down. Done deal.
Posted by Ken Summerlin at 12:33 PM
Thursday, September 8, 2011
I'll miss him.
Posted by Ken Summerlin at 1:26 PM
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
In the previous post, I wrote a bit about living a life with no regrets vs living a life full of regrets. Although I didn't have any misconception that I had thoroughly explored this issue, I had said what I thought and intended to move on. Apparantly the discussion was not over in my house. I was sitting in the den recently and Rags (pictured above) was lying on the sofa on his back, as he's prone to do these days. He looked over at me and said, "I have some regrets."
OK, maybe he didn't say it out loud but after more than 12 years together, Rags and I have learned to communicate on another level.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
That happened just recently when she said, "I have no regrets. If I had my life to live over I wouldn't change anything. OK, there's one thing . . . I wouldn't have let your father have his way with what we called your older sister. I chose the name Susan and he chose the name Gail but he wanted to call her Gail and I relented. I shouldn't have done that."
Wow! A life with no regrets (except one)? Is that even possible?
Monday, August 15, 2011
|Photo credit: Aaron Thompson|
I came across this picture tonight when I was reading a blog that focuses on telling feel-good stories of returning soldiers. Sandwiched in between all the heart-warming videos of surprise reunions was this photo reminding us that there is a very real cost to war and that the homecoming of every soldier is not always happy one.
Monday, August 8, 2011
I appreciate art most when I find it in unexpected places. I did just that recently when I spotted it in the form of a quilt pattern painted on the side on this barn on winding mountain road near Fontana Lake in western North Carolina.
Monday, July 25, 2011
here have gotten the best of me. I returned to my mom's house today to find that they were alive and well in her living room despite all my efforts to eradicate them over the past couple of months and especially last week. When I brought my mom back home last Thursday, I placed a pan of soapy water under a goose-neck lamp on the floor of her living room (the site of the heaviest infestation) to attract any remaining fleas and assess the effectiveness of my efforts and today there were 40-50 fleas in the pan.